When the song ended, the movie switched back to Kate and Jenner’s kitchen. This time they both recognized the scene and started laughing together.
“You were so wrong,” Kate chuckled.
“I wasn’t the perverted one that night,” Sam denied.
Television Kate asked onscreen Sam, “What’s that supposed to be?”
“It was the left-over dough,” he answered innocently.
“It doesn’t look very Christmasy.”
The next shot was of Kate and Jenner gathered around the oven giggling. Sam was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh my God, it keeps getting bigger,” Kate laughed.
“Is he going to ice it?” Jenner giggled.
“What I want to know is—who is going to eat it?”
In the final shot, Kate was placing all the cookies on a cooling rack when she suddenly yelped, “I broke your penis… I mean, your Christmas cookie.”
“What?” Sam called out with pretend outrage. He walked on screen. Standing beside her, he looked down. “It’s still edible,” he suggested.
“Yeah, you go ahead and eat it,” Kate said.
“No, I think this one has your name on it,” Sam answered and then picked up the cookie and dipped the top of it in white icing. He held it to her tightly clamped lips. “Go on, you know you want to try it,” he coaxed as he painted the icing across her mouth.
Kate relented and opened her mouth. As she chewed the cookie, Sam stared intently.
“Did you like it?” he asked with a husky voice.
“Not nearly as much as you did,” Kate teased.
Back on the couch, Sam tilted Kate’s face. “Christmas cookies make me really horny,” he explained before his hot, wet mouth descended upon hers.
Under his gentle pressure, Kate fell back onto the sofa. She pulled her mouth away and started to laugh. “What are doing?’
“What I should have done then,” he said roughly.
He unbuttoned his fly and pulled his jeans just low enough that his engorged erection sprang free. After pushing her panties to the side, he plunged inside her.
“What I should have done the first night we met,” he said just before his lips crashed down again.
He was wild, savage, out of control, and Kate loved it. She loved that just because he watched her eating a cookie he was so aroused he could not even wait until they were naked, let alone in a bed. It was breathlessly intoxicating how much he wanted her, and how much she needed him. Like riding a rocket ship, she went from zero to two thousand in six seconds flat, exploding through the atmosphere, leaving the world far behind. Yet, it still wasn’t enough. She needed more. Scratching, clawing, and biting, she demanded, and Sam responded by fucking her harder than she knew was possible. The heavy leather couch quaked beneath them and the glass vases that rested on the sofa table shattered on the floor.
When Kate climaxed the second time, she brought Sam with her. He fell heavily against her, barely able to catch his breath. After a moment, he shifted to the side, taking most of his weight with him.
“Happy fucking birthday to me,” Sam smiled against her neck.
“Birthday sex is just as intense as make-up sex,” Kate teased.
“Birthday sex, make-up, morning sex, afternoon sex, sex just to have sex, I love it all, but I do think watching you eat my cookie sent it over the top,” Sam admitted. “All I could think about the rest of the night was your mouth on my cock. While you and Jenner were singing carols, I was dreaming of blow jobs.”
Kate rolled to her side and reached for his penis. It was still half erect. While she lovingly stroked him, bringing him back to full attention, she said, “Since it is your birthday…”
“First…” Sam started and reached for her hand, “…I have a present for you.”
“But it’s your birthday. You’re not supposed to be the one giving gifts,” Kate answered.
“Exactly,” Sam retorted, “since it is my birthday, I’ll do any damn thing I want. Just give me a minute. I had a picture in my head, and it wasn’t of me being half-naked because I could not zip up my pants.”
Sam sat up. He looked down at her and frowned. After he pushed her thighs together and pulled down her skirt, he said, “That’s better.”
Kate giggled. Her hands moved sensuously down her torso and skimmed the hem of her skirt.
“It won’t work. Right now, I’m thinking about my Grandma Lane,” he said without looking her way but after a second he reached for her hands. “Please don’t do that,” he pleaded and then chuckled. “This is the first time in my life I’ve actually tried to make the damn thing go down on its own. It isn’t as easy as I thought.”
“I could help you,” Kate offered innocently as she slipped off the sofa and crawled on her hands and knees until she rested between his spread thighs. “The first rule you must remember is to relax. You can’t force it.”
“Is it now?” Sam chuckled.
“Uh huh,” Kate murmured. “Now, I want you to pretend this is a cookie,” she said as she reached for his penis. Sam looked slightly offended. “A really big cookie that has just baked in my oven. Everybody knows nothing tastes better than a hot cookie straight out of the oven.”
Her tongue stretched out and licked around his head while her hand gently pumped him. “It has been iced too, with my favorite flavor.” With her lips wrapped around his head, she applied just the right amount of suction. Sam groaned and his head fell back against the sofa.
As she tasted his cock deep in her throat, Kate rolled his balls in her palm. Her fingers stretched and caressed the tender, taunt seam under his testicles. Sam thrust his hips up, unable to restrain himself. Sucking from base to tip, she let his heavy cock fall from her mouth. A mixture of her saliva and his pre-cum dripped from her lips. Sam looked down at her with heavy lids. His breathing was harsh and erratic. With a sassy wink, she leaned lower and tasted him there—under his testicles on the tight bit of skin that was filled with so many naughty nerve endings.
Sam wrapped his hand around her fingers, which were encasing his cock. As they stroked him in unison in a wild, rapid rhythm, Sam climaxed so hard that his ejaculation soaked his shirt.
Kate sat back on her heels. “Easy as that. I told you, you can’t force it.”
Sam’s chuckle sounded strained as he was riding the after waves. “You are a saucy little wench. I think you may have actually broken my cock this time.”
Chapter 16
After they showered, which had been frigidly cold at Sam’s insistence, Kate dressed in her favorite pair of satin pajamas. Sam put on another pair of jeans and faded T-shirt. It was strange that as a woman he always dressed so immaculately, but as a man he preferred a much more casual look. In his closet of dreams, there were only a few suits and a handful of dress shirts. She once asked him about it and he told her he wasn’t a suit and tie sort of guy, but wearing anything, or more preferably nothing, he always looked amazing.
Kate had no idea what his gift might be, but she had a sneaking suspicious that whatever it was would totally blow hers out of the water. That didn’t seem fair considering the weeks of stress she endured, but as he was giving it to her and it was his birthday, Kate withheld her protest. Sam sat down beside her and handed her a small, gift-wrapped box.
Kate playfully shook it. “Let me guess, vitamins?”
“No,” Sam chuckled. “Actually it belonged to my mother, and it would mean a lot to me if you would wear it.”
Kate frowned. “Now I feel rude about stopping you earlier.”
“Fellatio is never rude in this house,” Sam said earnestly. “Go ahead—open it.”
Kate peeled away the wrap, opened the box, and when she saw what was lying inside her mouth dropped open in shock. So stunned, she didn’t notice Sam slip off the couch and kneel down in front of her. The brilliant solitary diamond engagement ring had to be at least five carats.
Overwhelmed with emotion, Kate covered her month with her hand as tears fille
d her eyes. “Sam?” she whispered.
He reached for her left hand and brought it to his lips. “I know I sounded flippant the first time I asked you to marry me, but I’ve never meant anything more in my life. From the moment I met you, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. For my birthday, all I want is you. You are all I will ever want. Kate Logan, will you be my wife?”
“Yes,” Kate squealed through her tears and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes…” she covered his face with kisses as she tearfully answered.
The next morning Kate woke up with an unusual weight on the ring finger of her left hand, and quite possibly one of the worse bouts of nausea she had experienced since her one and only ill-fated sea cruise. She rolled over on her side, facing away from Sam. He had seen her hurl enough as it was; he didn’t need her doing it on him. Sure, he had declared his unwavering love and affection many times last night, but everyone had their limits.
Sam started to pull her back into him, but Kate groaned. He leaned up on his side and gently pushed her hair away from her face. “What is it?”
“I feel like I’m going to be sick,” Kate moaned.
“Do you want some crackers?”
“Maybe.”
He returned a few minutes later with the crackers and a glass of ginger ale. Kate struggled to sit up, but the vertigo sent her crashing back down to the pillow. He watched her warily for a moment before sitting back down beside her. Sam asked the question they were both pondering. “Do you think you’re pregnant?”
“I hope not,” Kate answered. “If this is morning sickness, I don’t think I’ll survive eight more months of it.”
“I could go out and pick up one of those tests,” Sam offered.
“Not unless you want me wetting your bed because I don’t think there is any way I can make it to the bathroom. Besides, that little device is ninety-nine percent effective.”
After a few hours, the worst of it subsided, but Kate was left with an overall queasy yuckiness. Sam stayed beside her, and they passed the time making wedding plans. He proved to be remarkably compliant. She always had him pegged as the groomzilla from hell. Or could he just be being nice because she felt so terrible?
“Are you honestly trying to say you have no opinion whatsoever about the dress?” Kate teased. “It took two months to find the perfect pair of jeans and it wasn’t all because of me.”
“You could be wearing a nun’s costume, and I would still be utterly enchanted as long as you come ready to say yes.”
“Hmm, but the more important question is—what will you be wearing?”
Sam grimaced. “Fine, I’ll wear a tuxedo just because I adore you, but I really can’t stand them. They’re so uncomfortable.”
“This from a man who wears corsets.”
“Corsets cinch my waist not my throat,” Sam explained as he massaged her lower back. “I’ll call off tonight.”
“Absolutely not,” Kate denied.
“I’m not going if you can’t.”
“I’ll be fine. There is no way we are going to miss the celebration of the year of Sam.”
“The year of Sam? When did I become a Chinese astrological symbol?” Sam laughed but turned serious. “You still look pretty peaked.”
“Thankfully, I have the best makeup artist in town on call.”
“Even he can’t work miracles. If it is going to happen, we need to get started because I don’t have a magic wand hidden away anywhere.”
“That’s not what you said last night,” Kate answered with a wink as he pulled her out of bed.
Sam was a liar. He could work miracles. By the time he was finished with her hair and makeup, on the outside Kate looked gorgeous, although her rumbling insides were still a bit questionable. While he went to work on his own transformation, Kate left to dress in Finn’s costume, which was really more of contraption of satin, hooks, and deceptive, flesh-toned material. It was positively the most indecent garment she had ever worn. On a good night, she would only dare flash it before streaking to the nearest sheet to hide under. And tonight, she was actually going to wear this in public?
After she topped off the whole shebang with her favorite pair of black stilettos, Kate went back to the closet. Sam was sitting down on a stool, rolling on a pair of black, sheer, thigh-high hoses. Wow—there is something you don’t see every day, Kate thought to herself. It wouldn’t be so bad really if he made a plain-looking woman, but the fact of the matter was he would always outshine her either as a man or woman. They would always be that couple that everyone looks at and thinks, They don’t fit. Or some less charitable soul might think something along of lines of, What is a man like that doing with a woman like her? It was rather depressing, but Kate decided to dwell on what really counted. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought. They fit together perfectly.
With her arm stretched sensually against the doorframe, Kate cleared her throat loudly to get his attention. “What do you think?”
Sam looked up, down, and up again more slowly. His smoky eyes captured all the details. The shoes gained his approval. As his eyes traveled the length of her fishnet-covered thighs, Kate saw the beginning of a frown pucker his lips. It turned into an outright scowl once he reached the black, satin merry widow. Kate guessed that he didn’t disapprove of the bodice as it was nondescript, but probably objected to the bra. The cups had been replaced with sheer flesh material and two black bows strategically hid what couldn’t be covered.
“Oh fuck no,” Sam muttered.
“This is the costume Finn sent over.”
“Finn is gay as the day is long. You could be standing bare-ass naked in front of him, and he wouldn’t flinch.”
“But it goes with the theme,” Kate said.
“I don’t care about the goddamn theme. I don’t want my fiancée’s nipples paraded in front of the entire city.”
Kate started to giggle. “Now who is being the prude?”
“A prude,” Sam scoffed. He stood up half-dressed and walked past her. He returned a few moments later with her cell phone in hand. Catching her by surprise, he snapped a quick picture and then started typing on the screen.
“What are you doing?”
Without looking up, Sam explained, “I’m letting my new soon-to-be mommy know what her baby girl thinks is appropriate to wear in public. Oh look, Nana Linda is on your contacts too. She’ll be so happy to know you have finally blossomed into a woman.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” Kate glowered.
“Consider carefully, Kate,” Sam cautioned. “All I have to do is hit the send button. And you know when I look this, there is very little I wouldn’t dare to do.”
“What am I supposed to wear?” Kate hissed as she started tearing at the garter.
“There’s no need to ruin it,” Sam reproached. “It’s not that I don’t love it; I just don’t want everyone else feeling the same way too. We’ll compromise. I’ll let you borrow the sexiest dress I own.”
With her hands crossed defiantly under her breasts, she stated, “I won’t fit it. All around there will be nothing but tits and ass, and I’ll be stuck in a dress…” she stopped when she caught sight of the dress he pulled out from the very back rack, “…oh my god, you wore that? Where?”
“It’s not important now,” Sam said but when she cocked her eyebrow, “all right, I don’t actually remember. I woke up one morning in a strange house with a bunch of women I didn’t know. I just reached for the first thing I could find.”
Kate took the shimmery confection from his hands and pulled it to her nose. Taking a whiff, she said, “I think I can still smell slut on it. Are you sure this wasn’t yours?”
“You’re smelling dry cleaners,” Sam said drily. “You can take that off. You won’t be needing any panties tonight.”
Sam helped her put on the dress that was really more of a tube top. It was strapless with a deep V-neck that reached to her waist. With more of her breasts exposed in this than the o
ther costume, Kate could not see how this was the better alternative. Clearly, this dress was meant for someone a few sizes smaller than her. She twirled in front of the full-length mirror to see how it looked from the back. Instantly, she frowned.
“Can you see my ass?”
“Of course I can see your ass. I don’t need glasses.”
“No, I mean, is it exposed?”
Sam cocked his head to the side. “No, I don’t think so. Bend over,” he commanded.
When he fell silent, Kate looked over her shoulder at him. “Well?” she questioned.
“A little bit more,” he murmured. “Now reach for the stool in front of you. Right there. Perfect.”
“I’m not posing. I just want to know if I’m hanging out down there,” Kate said.
“Oh, I can see a lot more than your ass,” he said as he walked over and got on his knees behind her. “Right now, I see the most beautiful pussy that needs fucking.”
“Sam, we really don’t have time for this. We’re already late as it…oh God, that feels good,” she moaned as his wet tongue lathered her. When he started sucking on her clitoris, Kate spread her legs.
“I was right,” Sam chuckled as his fingers slipped inside her vagina.
He came to his feet and, after a few minor adjustments, his erection sprang free. Standing behind her, he cupped her cheeks together and rubbed his engorged cock inside the crevice. “You’re the perfect fit for me.” Slipping down her slope until his head was resting against her hot core, he said, “If anyone questions your attire, tell them you are wearing Sam.”
He gently tugged at her hair until she looked up. She met his probing stare in the mirror. “Watch me fuck you. See how we were made just for each other.”
Kate tried to do as he commanded, but as the heat of their passion flamed, her eyes grew heavy. Whenever they started to drift shut, Sam slammed into her, jolting her back to awareness.
“No,” he insisted as one hand held her steady at her waist and the other lovingly stroked her back. “I want you to watch yourself come. I want you to see yourself as I see you. The most beautiful woman in any room.”
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